In the second half, Toni celebrated for the third time at Westfalen Stadium.
He ran around the field, twisting a screw by his ear, to the deafening boos of 80,000 people in the stadium.
For Luca Toni, who had experienced many storms, it was a small matter, and he celebrated with his teammates with his usual expression.
At this moment, what else could the home fans do besides booing Toni? Cheer for their own team?
They were playing in disarray, completely suppressed by Bayern, showing no initiative.
It was good enough that they weren't booing their own people!
Old man Fritz leaned back in his seat, shaking his head continuously, his gaunt hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Trash! Falling behind by 2 goals and surrendering early! Gutless fellows!"
"If it were before, I would have used a Mauser rifle butt to wake up these idiots!"
"Calm down, calm down."
Aunt Maria chuckled, comforting the old man.
The old man already had high blood pressure, and the doctor advised against strenuous activity. Losing the game was a small matter; being hospitalized for it would be adding insult to injury.
"Why don't you take Grandpa back? You never enjoy watching the game anyway."
Maria looked at her daughter, who was sitting quietly beside her, saying nothing.
"No, we can win."
"What?"
"The game, we can win, he hasn't played yet."
"Oh, my naive child, it's impossible to turn the game around now."
Maria thought Anna was being sulky.
Uncle Hans came over with a beer and put his arm around his daughter:
"This is my dear little princess, so loyal to Yellow Black Prussia! Chen hasn't come on yet, but as long as he does, we can definitely turn it around!"
"Drink less, you reek of alcohol."
Aunt Maria pinched her nose in disgust.
Uncle Hans then reached out and embraced his wife, his face flushed as he leaned in:
"Believe in Chen! Guys, am I right?"
"Exactly!"
The surrounding "Yellow Black Prussia" hardcore fans collectively raised their glasses and shouted.
"Comeback! Comeback! Comeback!"
At the front of the stands, the fan association leader perked up and waved the yellow and black flag in his hand, leading everyone in singing the team anthem in unison:
"Heja BVB! Heja BVB!"
"Heja Heja, Heja BVB!"
"Today we will win!"
"We attack with force!"
"Dortmund shows its true strength!"
"Fight to the last man!"
When the team was trailing 0-3 at home, Nuri Şahin buried his head in his knees, completely losing his fighting spirit.
It wasn't until the familiar song echoed through the stadium that he slowly looked up:
"They haven't given up yet."
"Why give up when the game isn't over?"
Chen Tao was still staring intently at the field, watching the game seriously, practically a human camera.
"Get ready, we're going on."
"How could that be..."
Before Nuri Şahin could finish speaking, assistant coach Dick Fuhren rushed over.
"You two, change your clothes quickly."
"Huh?"
Nuri Şahin looked at Chen Tao in disbelief.
Chen Tao pointed to his temple:
"Read the game, kid."
He had been paying attention to every detail on the field.
Brazilian Tinga had repeatedly missed players in the midfield, ran less actively in the second half, and had more passing errors; his performance in both offense and defense was disastrous.
At the same time, the right winger Błaszczykowski was virtually invisible.
Every time the ball was passed to the right, it had no effect, failed to create any threat, and delayed the team's attacking opportunities.
Based on Chen Tao's understanding of Thomas Doll, the coach would habitually "try anything" at this time, sending two young players on to make a surge.
It had been like this in the previous few rounds, with similar substitutions often made when trailing.
As expected, today was no different.
Indeed, as Chen Tao had guessed, Thomas Doll solemnly pulled the two aside and briefly explained the tactics.
"Nuri, first stabilize the defense, try to find the right wing, and give Chen more opportunities to get the ball."
"Chen..."
Thomas Doll looked at Chen Tao, hesitating for a long time before offering only one instruction:
"Forget all tactics, play as you like... Dribble past them."
"Okay."
The head coach finally remembered at this moment that he still had a secret weapon in the squad.
The substitution list had already been submitted, and the fourth official and FA staff checked the two for eligibility to play and whether their equipment was in violation.
When checking Chen Tao, he specifically pointed to his black gloves.
"Take them off, let me see."
After a careful inspection, there were no illegal jewelry or equipment, and the fourth official couldn't help but tease:
"Your girlfriend gave them to you, right?"
"Yes." Chen Tao didn't bother to explain.
"Good, cherish them."
Standing on the sidelines, Chen Tao put his gloves back on, feeling a strange warmth in the cold early winter.
The crooked "Good Luck" written on the back of his left hand looked much more pleasing to the eye.
Chen Tao couldn't help but rub it a few times, hoping Anna's blessing could be conveyed to him.
...
"Hey hey hey!! He's on, he's on!"
Seeing Chen Tao's close-up, Ding Ru excitedly tugged Chen Jianping's arm, making him grimace in pain.
"If our son is on, he's on, why are you pinching me?"
On the TV screen, Chen Tao's expression was relaxed, and his casual smile was full of the youthful arrogance of a 15-year-old.
Chen Jianping was both happy and worried.
Borussia Dortmund's decline was evident, and it would be difficult for Chen Tao alone to make a substantial change.
He only hoped that his son wouldn't get injured on the field and would play his best, leaving no regrets.
"Hey, we see Borussia Dortmund requesting a substitution!"
"Number 7 Tinga and Number 16 Błaszczykowski are simultaneously being replaced."
"Coming on are Number 35 Nuri Şahin, and Number 24... our 15-year-old prodigy Chen Tao!"
Speaking of which, this was Duan Xuan's first time reading a Chinese name on CCTV's Bundesliga live broadcast.
He missed Yang Chen's heyday in the Bundesliga, and with the departure of a batch of overseas players like Sun Jihai, Tie Zi, and Zheng Zhi, only King Dong remained in the top European Leagues.
The star of hope, on whom countless fans had placed great expectations, had become a water boy at Manchester United.
He had only made a substitute appearance in Champions League garbage time a few days ago, failing to accumulate 45 minutes of playing time in a year, clearly a discarded player in Ferguson's squad.
In the past, domestic media and fans would have been in agony, reflecting on why Chinese players couldn't establish themselves in top European Leagues.
Now, there was no time to mourn King Dong's failure!
The Chinese prodigy Chen Tao, who had emerged out of nowhere, was immediately heading to the battlefield!
"Chen Tao has made substitute appearances in the last 5 games and performed excellently."
"Especially in the first two rounds against Wolfsburg, Chen Tao dribbled past 6 players in a solo run, then rounded the goalkeeper and scored into an empty net, stunning everyone!"
"He also set a new record, becoming the youngest goalscorer in a top European League.
He is also the second Chinese to score in the Bundesliga!"
Duan Xuan reported Chen Tao's information with the most passionate enthusiasm, to the point of making continuous verbal mistakes.
Coach Tao Wei was equally excited beside him.
In the past, they always watched foreigners play football, but this time, they finally had one of their own!
"Speaking of Chen Tao's professional journey, it's quite legendary; he emerged from the variety show 'football boy' and was scouted by Arsenal..."
"Hey! Let's look at this play first!"
Duan Xuan hadn't even finished introducing Chen Tao when a sudden change occurred on the field!
Borussia Dortmund had a throw-in in the attacking third, and right-back Degen launched a powerful long throw into the penalty area.
Daniel Van Buyten tangled with the slender Asian, who still dreamt of positioning? Dream on!
With a slight push from Daniel Van Buyten, Chen Tao was squeezed out of position, stumbling forward.
Just as the throw-in entered the box, Chen Tao hooked the ball in time amidst the crowd, evading Lell's tackle!
Facing the double-team of Little Piggy and Mark van Bommel, and Daniel Van Buyten's blocking position.
Everyone thought the ball possession would soon return to Bayern Munich.
The next second, countless eyes witnessed an incredible scene!
Chen Tao, in Bayern's penalty area, twisted and turned under the encirclement of 4 players, actually managing to get the ball out, bypassing 3 players and forcefully entering the six-yard box!
Only Daniel Van Buyten, Little Piggy, and Mark van Bommel were left stunned in the penalty area:
Wait? Where's the ball?
How did he get past?
"Oh oh oh oh!! Chen Tao! Chen Tao!!"
A series of dazzling moves left Duan Xuan speechless, only able to shout excitedly.
"Shit!!"
Young goalkeeper Thomas Kraft had never seen such a situation!
In his own penalty area, facing numerous defenders, and still brazenly dribbling past players?
He rushed out of his goal in a panic, seemingly about to bat the ball away.
But the football seemed to be glued to the opponent's foot, as he dragged the ball and turned, getting past the gloves!
Bayern coach Hitzfeld was dumbfounded; he shot up, hitting his head hard on the dugout roof, cursing in pain!
But even more painful was that the Asian kid actually used a juggling backheel pass to the other side.
Alexander Frei arrived in time and poked the ball into the empty net.
Since Chen Tao came on, scoring goals has been easier for him than drinking water!
Substituted on for 1 minute,
Chen Tao brought a shocking taste of Chinese acrobatics to all of Bayern!
How did he do it?